My Phone
I couldn’t live without my phone
Although when I was younger,
Since mobile phones did not exist,
I didn’t have that hunger.
I waited ‘til I got back home
To call a friend for schmoozing.*
My mom would write a message,
If I got one, for perusing.
Encyclopedias were there
To look up information.
No Google at my fingertips –
That was the situation.
A Kodak camera using film
Took photos that I needed.
Alarm clocks woke me up
So my anxiety receded.
Each application on my phone –
The games and WAZE and weather –
Are things I never had on hand,
At least not all together.
I lived without them easily,
Not feeling discontented
Until, of course, the year in which
The iPhone was invented!
*chatting, shooting the breeze
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2020
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